Who's under the hoodie

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Tae POV

Y/n smiles at me, and then her smile drops. She has a look of concentration. Her look of concentration is her pouting, her lower lip sticking out, her eyes wide. She trails her pencil across her page. After a while of this, she reaches out and touches my face, through the mask, tracing her 2 fingers across my cheek bone and then down and along my jawline. Then she looks down and continues to draw, completely unaware of how I'm frozen in my place, my face slowly turning into a deep cherry red color. She huffs a little in frustration and erases something. She sighs and shows me the picture. It's very good. But it surprises me. The picture... it's... different than what I expected. I look different... In the picture, I'm wearing my mask and hoodie, as usual, but the rest of my face, is more defined. My skin is portrayed in faint swirling shades that fade into one another. My eyes are so piercing yet soft. I see so much color. But that's the strangest part. The whole picture is done in pencil; it's all black and white. But, even though I see the black and white, the picture has a colorful effect. I can see ever hue clearly. Whoa.